In 2001, Alejandro González Iñárritus Amores perros made use of Pulp Fictionesque skewed chronology, hip, lowlife heroes, kinetic camera work and editing, glib cynicism, and lurid violence in a redolently squalid Mexico City setting.
The filmmakers also texture the narrative with the same gritty documentary feel that Bunuel achieves in his devastating Los Olvidados by using many non-actors from the actual City of God neighborhood with hand held cameras while effectively incorporating better aspects of Tarantino's Pulp Fiction narrative structure.
Meirelles follows the example of "Pulp Fiction," depicting a lot of violence in several multi-layered stories without actually showing a lot of it on the screen.
Covering the carnage is just a means for Rocket to get out of the City of God—and a means for Meirelles to get a big U.S. release from Miramax (which gave us Pulp Fiction ), an Oscar nomination, and a calling card in Hollywood.
Taking a nonlinear approach at telling the tale, the co-directors create a mesmerizing aura that's as brilliant as anything Quentin "Pulp Fiction" Tarantino has similarly pulled off.
Our narrator uses the tricks of Pulp Fiction to tell his story in flashback, in flash-forward, and from many different angles.